It’s difficult to say whether this is because I’m disabled or because I’m relatively poor. The two are very intertwined for me.

Tonight I had water come through a light at home. It’s been temporarily made safe as an emergency. And while it will be fixed at some point in the future, it will never be made to look as if it didn’t happen. That’s never a priority of the social housing.

Don’t get me wrong I understand why, of course. But just because you understand why something is the way it is, doesn’t mean that you have to like it that way. And because finding income is shall we say more complex for me, in no small part because of my disability, there’s nothing I can do about it off my own back.

I’m stuck with the minimum. Not to sound ungrateful, but the minimum gets tiring.

At least I have four walls, heating, electricity and food. And most importantly my babies are safe, and as well looked after as I can make them. I know I need to be grateful. But watching everyone else have the house they dream of, have a house they feel like is there’s when I can’t, is just hard.